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Cromwell Argus, Volume LXIV, Issue 3341, 19 November 1934, Page 7

“I remember,” said the returned traveller,” “witnessing a trial in a South American court when somebody threw a bumb at the judge.” “That would be exciting,” said one of the listeners. “What happened?" “The court rose immediately,” replied the traveller, draining his glass. Young Wife: “How did you like the pastry, John? I took great pains with it.” John (glooming): “So did I, my dear.” “Doesn’t Wilkins ever get tired of his wife’s continued sulkiness?'” “I think not. He says when she’s good-natured she sings." Two men, meeting in a club, began to exchange confidences. “Do you know,” said the young man, “my wife is absent on a pleasure cruise, and she writes me from every port she touches.” “You’re lucky,” replied the elder man. "My wife is also absent on a pleasure cruise, but she touches me from every port she calls at.’Visitor (to baby boy): “And how old are you, my little man?” Baby Boy (indignantly): “I’m not old at all, I'm nearly new!” Pat: “Which would yez rather be in, Mike —an explosion or a collision?” Mike: “Why, in a collision, begorra. Because in a collision there yez are; but in an explosion, where are yez?” The poet: “Some people thirst after fame, others after wealth, others after love,” Pert Miss: “And there is something all people thirst after,” The Poet: “What’s that?” Pert Miss: “Salt fish.”